Riddle me this: If everyone knows about it, is it still a secret world? And, if everybody in the entire whole of human existence makes that joke, have we failed as a species? Are our greatest works ' from the Great Wall to the Sistine Chapel to Twitter ' rendered invalid by a primal attraction to terrible humor? These are the questions we must ask ourselves as we peer into the nightmarish depths of our own reflections, glances dancing and darting around ' never lingering ' for fear of drowning in the oozy shadows of truth. Well, that and also 'Did I pre-order The Secret World?' If the answer's yes, then you've got a hot date with the Templar starting area this weekend. Hooray!